Fan Fiction My First Love Story Chapter 3

Fan Fiction

My First Love Story

jiyonge yeoja

Chapter 3

Chapter 2: Friend

Later that week, Trina and Tabi were home watching TV when all of a sudden, Trina became very excited.
"OMG! I totally forgot to mention this earlier," she started.
"Remember that girl you helped out on Tuesday?" Trina asked Tabi.
"Kinda, hardly though, what about her?" Tabi asked.
"After school today, I saw her going into the choir room with Mr. Kang, and you know me gotta know everything, I followed them. I stood by the door, and listened to what they were talking about." Trina tried to build suspense.
"Is this something I really have to hear, Trina, seriously."
"Just wait. Okay so he started playing the piano and Franceska, that's her name by the way she's in my choir class, started to sing, and OH MY GOSH! I thought my heart was going to melt. No homo. But she is soooooo good, oppa! You have to hear her, she's exactly who you need for your song." Trina finished.
"Great. Get her to come to the audition then." Tabi said nonchalantly.
"Oppa, I'm telling you, she's perfect! I'll ask her to go tomorrow."The next day, Trina sat next to Franceska during choir.
"Hi, I'm Trina."
"Hi... I'm Franceska" she said quietly.
"Is it okay if I sit next to you?" Trina asked.
"Yeah. Sure." Franceska smiled at her.
"I heard, you singing yesterday."
Franceska had a surprised look on her face. "What? Where? When?"
"After school, I was just passing by and I heard your voice it's great!" Trina explained.
"Thanks." Franceska said shyly.
"My brother needs a singer for his group, you should come tomorrow to the auditions." Trina informed her.
Just then Mr. Kang walks into the class.
"Everyone, please go to your sections now, we're about to start warm ups." He instructed.
"I'll look for you at lunch so we can talk," Trina whispered to Franceska before she walked back to where the altos were.
Franceska did not have a chance to say anything so she had no choice but to sit with Trina, she can't say no once they're already at lunch.
Mr. Kang tapped his hand against the piano to get everyone's attention and began the morning warm ups.
At lunch Franceska sat with YB as she has been doing all week.
"Oppa, a girl is going to sit with us today, is that alright?" Franceska asked.
"YOU made a FRIEND? It's a miracle!" YB said jokingly.
"Don't tease, oppa. She heard me singing yesterday for Mr. Kang and now she wants me to try out for her brother's group."
"Awesome! I told you you should!
"I don't think I will. I'm just not ready for it yet" Franceska honestly said.
"It's up to you, Che, but I think you should at least give it a try, if you don't then I will."
"Hey there!" Trina said as she flopped her tray down on the table interrupting the siblings' conversation.
"Oh sorry, did I come here at a bad time?"
"You're fine." Franceska told her.
"Hi, I'm Trina," she stuck her hand out towards YB.
"Hey, YoungBae, but just call me YB, it's easier."
"Are you two...?" Trina was being nosy already.
"Are we... me and her? HAH!" YB started laughing hysterically.
"He's my brother," Franceska clarified before her brother chokes on his own spit.
"haha okay, just wondering."
"So how'd you two meet?" YB asked Trina.
"We're in the same period of Mr. Kang's choir class." Trina said.
"Cool. Cool. So you sing too?" YB continued his questions.
"A little bit, my brother got more of the musical talent, and I'm certainly not as good as Franceska."
Franceska became shy and looked down at her food. She doesn't like being complimented on her singing, she feels like she doesn't deserve it.
"Speaking of my brother, would you want to come with me to their show tonight? They're performing at a club in the City. You can check out how they sound and see if you wanna audition tomorrow." Trina suggested.
"Uhmm. I don't know. " Franceska said, still looking down at her food.
"Come on, just come! It'll be fun, I promise I won't leave your side, and your brother can come too?" Trina directed the question at YB.
"Yeah, sure I'll go, I wanna check them out." YB agreed.
"Perfect. You have no reason not to go now. What's your number? Just in case you have any questions."
Franceska dictated her number.
"It's calling. You got it?" Trina made sure.
"Yeah. Got it." Franceska told her.
"I'll see you tonight." Trina smiled as she got up and left to go to her next class.
"WoooHoo! Lil sis chillen with her oppa tonight! hahah." YB joked with her.
"Yeah Yeah Yeah. Be glad!" Trina said, not amused.
At around 4pm while Franceska was at home rummaging through her closet for something that might actually pass for a decent outfit for tonight, her phone started to vibrate.
Trina's text to Franceska:
Hey, wanna get ready and head to the club together?
Franceska paused for a second.
"Hmm... Oh what the heck. take your chances, Che," she told herself.
Franceska's text to Trina:
Yeah, sure. You want to just come over so that my oppa can give us a ride?
Within seconds there was a reply.
Trina's text to Franceska:
Definitely! Be there in 30 minutes. Just text me your address. See you in a bit ^^
Within 30 minutes Trina was knocking on their door with about 10 shopping bags filled with items.
YB answered the door.
"Hey. What's all this?" he asked with a stunned look on his face.
"Franceska and I are going to get ready for the show tonight"
"From what I gather, that only requires one outfit. You can live here for a month and not repeat clothes with all the outfits you've got there." YB made fun of her.
"A girl's gotta have choices. Can I please come in?"
"Oh sorry, yeah come on in. Che's room is the first room at the top of the stairs." YB instructed her.
Franceska was getting really frustrated. "How can I not have a single decent outfit? Gah! My wardrobe is so boring. T-shirts, skinny jeans, hoodies, cardigans, flats, nike high tops, and even more T-shirts. As she was dumping all the contents of her closet onto her bed, she heard a knock.
"Come in," she said as she sat on her bed and put her palms to her face.
"Oppa, I have nothing to wear!" she almost shouted.
"PERFECT! I think I have the solution." Trina said excitedly, lifting the bags to show Franceska.
Franceska was surprised. She thought it was YB who knocked, but once she saw Trina with all these clothes she got really excited. She rushed to the door and helped Trina put the bags down.
"Oh gosh, you're my life saver!" Franceska said gratefully.
"Nope. That's my oppa remember?" Trina joked.
Franceska blushed and looked down at the bags suddenly remembering the moment that she and Trina's brother met eyes. It was like in the fairy tales when the prince would scoop the princess and stare her in the eyes just before they kiss. Franceska started day dreaming.
"Franceska, are you alright?" Trina waved her hand in front of Franceska's face.
"I'm fine. Sorry."
"Thinking about my brother?" Trina teased her.
"What? No. I was just... uhm, something came to mind." Franceska said nervously exposing her lie.
"I was just joking," Trina laughed, "but you were, weren't you? You have a crush on my oppa?"
"No.. I can't... I only saw him one time, I've never really, actually met him yet. So I can't have a crush on him." Franceska clarified.
"Okay. I believe you." Trina winked at Franceska.
"I just think he's really nice for helping me even when he doesn't know me. And..." Trina paused.
"And...what?"
"He's uhmm.. It's just I find him attractive." Franceska said boldly. She can't believe she actually said that out loud. She never told stuff like that to people she had just met, but she feels really comfortable around Trina.
"Haha. Aww, that's cute. I'm sure he finds you really attractive too! Especially after I'm done with you." Trina got up and started to lay all the outfits out on the bed and quickly got to work on Franceska's hair and make up.
Around 9pm YB knocked on Franceska's door.
"You ladies ready?" he asked.
"Just about." Trina shouted. "Don't come in yet, we'll be down in 2 minutes. It'll be a surprise!"
YB headed downstairs and waited by the door.
A few minutes later he saw Trina looking beautiful in a blue blouse with a small black vest over it, black short shorts and heels.
"Hold your breath," she said, "the main attraction is coming."
Just then Franceska walks down the stairs wearing a shimmery red baby doll dress with black tights and pumps. He hair was up with a few strands hanging down in curls, and most important of all, she glowed with this confidence that YB has not seen in her.
"Wow, baby sis, you look beautiful!"
"Thanks, oppa." Franceska blushed and looked down at the stairs.
"Ladies, let's go." YB stuck out his hand escorting them out the door.